Winters were hard back in New Hampshire. We would emerge from the long cold snowy months with a feeling that we really survived something.
Here in New Mexico, June is the month to survive. It's a hard one, the hottest of all the months, with wicked temperatures in the late afternoons.
|I never tire of sunrise reflections in the flooded pecan orchard that surrounds us|
But the mornings are glorious! I treasure any morning when we don't have errands or obligations of one sort or another--any morning when I can get out into the garden really early to poke around, dig a bit, get everything watered, visit with the chickens, and just appreciate our yard and its mountain views.
This morning, while Bill biked around the city, trying to beat the rising temps, I did all my favorite things out in the garden. Now it's afternoon, 104 degrees outside, and we are doing our best to stay still and stay cool. It's a perfect time to share some early morning photos.
|A late hollyhock bud|
|Beverly Sills, my first iris success and the inspiration for our trip to the iris farm |
and the irises that we brought home from there
|Iris Cinque Terre|
|Iris Nigerian Raspberry|
|Iris Fiery Temper|
|One of the girls, concentrating on laying her morning egg|
|Don't know if this fellow is an albino or if he just molted and is waiting for his color to come back. |
There were two like this hopping around the front yard today.